Burden of Truth Pride Special 2024
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Pride Special 2024
“So, what adventures did you get up to today?” said Steven, smiling at (Y/N).
“I found a skatepark. I met other teenagers,” said (Y/N), taking a bite of their apple.
“That’s lovely,” said Steven. “I keep telling you to try to meet new people your age, make friends. Will you see them again?”
(Y/N) tilted their head. “How would I know?”
“…Well, you make plans with friends. Or, well, you make friends first, and then you make plans,” said Steven.
“How do I do that?” asked (Y/N).
“Uh, you—”
“Don’t act like we know how to make friends,” interjected Marc from a mirror.
Steven grimaced. “Okay, maybe we don’t…Still, that doesn’t mean (Y/N) shouldn’t have friends.”
“You guys are my friends,” said (Y/N) plainly.
“I feel bad for you if we’re your only friends,” said Marc.
“I have Layla,” said (Y/N).
“She’s cool,” said Steven, brightening.
“Can you name literally anyone who wasn’t involved in illegal activities?” said Marc.
“I don’t meet people outside of illegal activities, so how would I know anyone like that?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.
“Maybe we should have insisted you go to school…” said Steven.
“I already know everything, though,” said (Y/N), blinking.
Marc sighed. This was going in circles because (Y/N) still had no idea that the way they interacted with people wasn’t what most considered “normal,” and, as a teenager, they should have friends their age who don’t nearly get themselves killed. Unfortunately, (Y/N) simply did not see things in that way and did not see social expectations as anything more than a confusing script they didn’t have.
“I’m going to send you to a karate dojo or something. Maybe that will help,” muttered Marc.
Steven chuckled. Marc was so protective but wanted (Y/N) to have a good life. They both did. “Despite all that, I’m glad you had some fun. Any plans for adventures tomorrow?”
(Y/N) pulled on their sweater sleeves, and Marc and Steven recognized the telltale sign of anxiety.
“What is it?” said Marc, instantly on edge.
It wasn’t like (Y/N) to put make stupid decisions, but they did have a bad habit of putting themself in danger in order to help others, so he didn’t want them to start doing that again if he could help it. (Y/N) was in London with them to have a normal life, free of danger. He wouldn’t let (Y/N) lose that.
“London Pride is tomorrow,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I…I wanted to go.” Still couldn’t lie.
Steven smiled. “I’ll take you. Or Marc. Whoever makes you feel more secure.”
“You would want to come?” said (Y/N), glancing at him.
“Yes,” said Steven. “Marc and I support you. Every part of you. Of course we’d want to come.”
“We don’t care about that,” said Marc. “You’re (Y/N). That’s what matters to us.”
Truth.
(Y/N) smiled slightly. They were glad they had Marc and Steven.
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(Y/N) and Marc walked towards Pride. Steven and Marc had bickered over who got to front while they went to the parade, but they ended up agreeing to let Marc go with (Y/N) in case someone was rude to (Y/N) due to their identity. Marc was the right person to handle that—and he’d do it with pleasure. No one hurt (Y/N) on his watch.
(Y/N) walked hesitantly towards the parade, and Marc nudged them forward. As it went by with music playing and confetti falling through the air, Marc kept an eye on them. If this was too overwhelming a crowd, Marc would get them out.
But instead, (Y/N) began to smile. And Marc did, too. In the reflection of a window, Steven smiled as well. Marc noticed a stand beside them and stepped over. Quickly, he bought something and brought it back over to (Y/N).
They were still staring, spellbound, at the people celebrating their identity. After so long with just having a purpose as an Avatar, (Y/N) got to be themself. More accurately, they were discovering who they were. And they knew part of it wasn’t like some people. Their presentation to others didn’t fit the binary, and the way their brain worked was different, too. (Y/N) understood that.
But they could be who they were. And these were people who were proud of themselves. (Y/N) could be proud, too.
Marc returned to their side and draped a rainbow flag over their shoulders. “There you go, kid.”
(Y/N) looked at it, blinked, and held it closer around their shoulders. “Thank you.”
“No problem, kid,” said Marc, smiling.
“We’re proud of you,” said Steven, smiling in the window.
(Y/N) smiled and leaned into Marc. They were discovering who they were. And they had a good family support group with them.
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